The square in front of Valhalla stood at Kassel Academy and was filled with people in black suits.

All the senators and school trustees gathered spontaneously, and even Frost, who had always been at odds with Ange, stood solemnly in front of the mound of clothes set up with Ange's clothes.

"We have lost a good comrade, a brave warrior, a comrade-in-arms who can be entrusted to the back, and I have lost a dear friend.

Hilbert Jean Angers' life was so joyful and inspiring that it is easy to forget his grim mission. He turned the tide after the heavy losses suffered by the Secret Party and the Lionheart, restored the strength of the Secret Party, and led us to win one war after another, both internally and externally. The tricky task of slaying dragons comes with great risks, but Hilbert Jean Angers has shown himself to be at ease.

He had been attacked by Phoros, the Lord of the Sky and the Wind in "Summer Mourning", and by Silas, the Lord of the Sea and Water, at the end of last year, and in the terrible moments after the attack, his light-hearted jokes after recovering were a great relief to the anxious. This humor shows that even after the horror and hysteria, this great mind is still conscious and does not forget to joke. They can be called elegance under pressure, perhaps the deepest kind of elegance. Hilbert Jean Angers apparently believed that there was a plan behind his life that he had repeatedly lost. After his recovery, he once said to me, "The rest of my time may be given by Menek and Yamahiko and the Marquis of Gambet, who threatened God with guns and 'generous gifts.'"

Although it was a joke and he was not a believer in God, it is hard to deny that there was a providence behind the life of Hilbert Jean Angers, especially when we look back at the accomplishments of the following 118 years since he joined the Secret Order at the age of sixteen.

Some have predicted the fall of the Secret Order after the 'Summer Mourning', others have only seen half-breed organizations sprung up during the Secret Party's brief decline, and some hope to reach a narrow peace with the half-breed organizations that covet and carve up the Secret Party.

And what did Hilbert Jean Angers do?

Hilbert Jean Angers announced the shattering of this prophecy to the world with a folding knife in his hand, shocked all half-blood organizations in the West with an iron fist, and invited the enemy out of the fortress, and finally 'turned the enemy into a friend'.

Although this comrade, comrade-in-arms, and best friend of ours has left us, his spirit is still guiding us in the twilight like a lighthouse, and all we can do is to carry out the great cause of slaying the dragon to the end, not to disappoint his contribution to this cause, and to win this war for all mankind! ”

The Night's Watch put away the cynical smile that always hung on his face, or rather, he hadn't laughed since Ange's accident, but indulged in bottles of liquor every day, as if trying to get himself drunk, and then woke up the next day with a hangover to find Ange playfully telling him that it was a prank.

However, he waited a long time and did not wait for Ange to stand in front of him again.

He knew that the next time Ange stood in front of him again, it would not be Ange in that body, but the common enemy of all of them, the Black Emperor, Nidhogg!

After he finished reading the eulogy, he said something completely inconsistent with his character, and the expression on his face became so indifferent again the moment he walked to the podium.

"Daddy......" Manstein walked to the night watchman's side, looking at the night watchman's haggard expression, trying to comfort but not knowing what to say, and the words "mourning" only popped out of his mouth.

The night watchman raised his head slightly when he heard the title of "Daddy", and a glint flashed in his colorless eyes. He might have jumped up and thrown a party of eight out of ten to celebrate, but at the moment he was just squeezing out a smile to thank his son for finally calling him "Daddy" and comforting himself.

Manstein sighed, walked past the night watchman, offered a white rose beside Angers' mound and bowed.

"Flamel!"

An angry roar came, attracting the attention of a student and professor who was queuing up to lay flowers, and someone just wanted to scold, but was pulled by the sleeve of the person next to him. And when the man saw the person clearly, he also chose to shut up.

Yes, in addition to the one they are mourning, only Beowulf the "Dragonbloodthirsty" is qualified and dares to call "Flamel" by his name.

Beowulf stared at the night watchman's face, which was far more scruffier than usual, and his eyes widened with rage, but no one noticed that his eyes also flashed with sadness: "Ange is dead!" ”

"What you should do now is not to hold some bullshit funeral for that fallen guy, Ange has never believed in any gods and ghosts, and it is useless to hold a grand funeral!"

"And all of you!"

"A bunch of cowards, trash!"

"In the name of mourning Angers, escape from reality here, and dare not face the fact that he has fallen!"

"What? In the past, you attacked the Ange dictatorship one by one, but now that you have lost Ange, the secret party doesn't know how to move forward? A bunch of garbage ...... Dregs! ”

The powerful dragon power spread out in all directions with Beowulf's angry shouts, and most of the people were shocked by this powerful coercion. They didn't understand how the old man's bloodline had become stronger again, but it was a good thing, but

"Now, I announce that the new leader of the Secret Party and the new rector of the Kassel Academy will choose one of me and Flamel to give you half an hour to consider! An hour later, the Senators and Trustees entered the Valhalla conference room to vote, and the professors and the faculty raised their hands in the square! ”

The Night's Watch just stared at Beowulf, who turned around and walked towards the Valhalla conference room, and didn't say anything.

Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder, and the Night's Watch looked back to see that it was Schneider.

Schneider's face was indifferent, and he didn't say anything reassuring, just handed a letter to the night watchman and walked to the meeting room of Valhalla.

"Look, the old rascal gave it to me a long time ago, saying that if he fell one day, he would give you this letter."

The night watchman slowly opened the envelope, his trembling hands were enough to tell how uneasy he was at the moment.

"To my friend Flammel:

Unfortunately, by the time you read this letter, I should have fallen on the way forward. Oh, I guess you're going to complain about my opening sentence by now, although this sentence is already a bad street line in both the movie and the movie, but when I wrote this letter, this sentence still popped into my head, after all, it is a fact.

Well, let's get down to business. You've always said you want to take over my principalship, and I think the time has come when you read this letter. Some time ago, I watched a Japanese tokusatsu drama called "Ultraman Nexus", and there was a sentence in it that I really liked.

Light is a bond, and someone will inherit it and shine again. ’

And now, it's time for you to pass on that light.

Flammel, I need you, your son needs you, the students need you, the Kassel Academy needs you, the Secret Party needs you, and humanity needs you even more. It's time for you to stand up and show the world your face and why you are called 'Flamel the Terrible'.

I've seen a quote that says, 'Have you ever seen a documentary on TV about nature?' Have you ever seen the introduction of lions, I think the answer must be yes. This is a male lion, and he is the king of the forest. He had a thick mane, he was resting on his stomach under a tree, he was so big, and the weather was so hot that he didn't want to move. Then some lion cubs came running over and asked him for trouble, biting his tail and pulling his ears, and he was indifferent. The other animals noticed it, and they began to act, jackals, hyenas, they barked at him and laughed at him. They bite his toes and eat those foods on his territory. In doing so, they are becoming more and more arrogant and arrogant. Until one day, the lion got up and tore everything from everyone to shreds. The wind galloped, devouring everything that stood in his way. Because there are times when the lion needs to prove who he is like the jackals. ’

And now, it's time to prove to the world who you are.

Ange who needs you to stand up

PS: I've left some means to prevent you from using your position as president to do strange things, such as holding the first women's naked swimming competition at the Kassel Academy, and by the way, I would like to remind you that the people who restrain you include, but are not limited to, your dear son Gerd (Manstein)"

"Heh, Ange, you old rascal, just die neatly, and find someone to take care of me, what a fucking bastard!"

The Night's Watch laughed and cursed, condemning Ange for leaving a means of restraint, only for an invisible flame to ignite in his heart.

The night watchman took the letter and walked to the bell tower of the Kassel Academy, where his attic was directly below. Pushing open the wooden door of the attic, the strong smell of wine poured out, and the night watchman looked at his dirty attic and shook his head.

An entire wall of shelves filled with DVDs of Westerns, a messy bed, a huge projection screen, a corner with countless empty wine bottles, and all sorts of fashion magazines with swimsuit beauties or low-cut girls on the cover are all concentrated in this attic, which is even more messy than the student dorm room after a drunken party.

The night watchman opened the curtain on the sunny side, which had not been opened for many years, and the harsh but warm sunlight poured through the glass window into the attic. He opened the window, removed the foul smell, threw out the empty bottles one by one, along with the sheets, duvet covers, and pillowcases, replaced them with new ones, and cleaned every corner of the attic over and over again with a vacuum cleaner and a broom and mop, and sprinkled it with orange-scented air freshener.

Of course, he still has those fashion impurities and neatly arranges them on the shelves.

"Whew."

After all this, the night watchman took a few breaths and looked at the clock on the wall.

Twenty minutes to go.

The night watchman took off his washed and distorted checkered denim shirt and torn jeans, went into the bathroom next to him, washed his body, trimmed his scruffy hair in front of the mirror, and finally took out a new set of denim from the closet and changed it into, put on a cowboy hat, and pinned his alchemical revolver to his waist.

It was a gift from some old rascal who was dead last year on his unknown birthday, but he didn't like it at all, he just had no new clothes left, so he barely wore them out.

In the meeting room of Valhalla, the elders waited silently for the only person who had not yet arrived, and who was one of the two protagonists of today's meeting. This time, none of the elders stayed in the dormant chamber, but the real whole attendee. The haughty Lady Elisabeth Laurent and the underage schoolmaster are sandwiched between these antique-like old things, like delicate flowers blooming on a grave.

My Healing Game

It's just that the look of the Lady Elisabeth Laurent is a little sad, and she has the closest relationship with Angers in the school council. Ange was a father or grandfather to her, weathered and indestructible, who knew that such a person would be destroyed at once?

Shadows hung over everyone's heads. None of them dared to claim to be better than Angers, so who would hold up the current situation?

Until the door to the conference room was pushed open, and a ray of sunlight shone into the somewhat dimly lit Valhalla meeting room.

A figure walked in, leather boots slapping on the floor.

Everyone looked at the figure in amazement, their eyes widening in disbelief for the scruffy "Mentor Flamel" dressed like a 19th-century cowboy from the moldy west.

Everyone was in shock, except for one person who smiled faintly.

It was the old enemy of the Night's Watch, Beowulf the Dragon-Bloodthirsty, who was on a par with "Flamel the Terrible", one of the two protagonists of today's meeting.

The night watchman looked at everyone in shock, and Beowulf smiled at each other, trampling their shattered three views under their feet and ravaging them fiercely. No one could understand why the two men, who had always been at odds, would be so friendly in a meeting for the leadership of the Secret Party and the rector of the Kassel Academy.

But only the Night's Watch and Beowulf themselves know that no one in this world respects each other more than they do.

They both admired each other's contributions to the cause of dragon slaying, but they differed slightly in their attitudes.

The night watchman's gaze at Beowulf was a little complicated, because he probably guessed the reason why Beowulf became stronger, which was a taboo for the Beowulf family...... The mythical giant Grundel, Grendel's banshee mother, and the fire dragon killed by Beowulf correspond to a dragon squire, a dragon subspecies, and a sub-breed pure-blooded dragon, and the three generations of Beowulf killed the three enemies on the basis of dragon blood crystals made by the Beowulf family's special methods.

The purity of the dragon blood in the dragon blood crystal, the stronger the power brought to the user, and Beowulf took the dragon blood crystal formed by the dragon blood of the second generation of fire dragons killed by the ancestors.

The price paid for using this method is also unprecedentedly huge. Only the warriors of the Steely Dragon-Slayer Beowulf Family, who had been poisoned with the highly poisonous dragon's blood since birth, could use such a method. But even if it was them, it was only delaying the time to pay this price, because once they took such a dragon blood crystal, it meant that they were ready to die.

Therefore, today Beowulf is not here to really fight the Night's Watch at all, but to force him!

Beowulf had always hoped that the Night's Watch would step up and take on more, but the Night's Watch was unwilling, and that was the biggest disagreement between them. And today's death of Anges, and the price paid by Beowulf, succeeded in forcing the Night's Watch out of the messy attic.

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